The Lemon Twigs

Sprigs of Lemon Twigs
Richard Foreman

With videos that blend the awkward geek humor of Napoleon Dynamite with the eternal vintage eulogy of Wes Anderson, the precocious teenage fraternal duo of Brian and Michael D’Addario, a.k.a. The Lemon Twigs, are a promising grafting of psychedelic pop, glam, and 70’s soft rock, entering your ears and eyes with the fizzy refreshment of Coca-Cola nostalgia. Let me bring the world of The Lemon Twigs to you.

Cruefest Hollywood

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It Still Matters
Lucky (SugarBuzz Hollywood)

On Saturday July 29th in the year of our Lord, 2017, legions of rock and rollers of all shapes and sizes will descend upon the Whisky a Go-Go in Hollywood California for the 16th annual Cruefest Hollywood. Now some of you may say, “Why?” After all Motley Crue is done, rock and roll is dead, and nobody cares about some dumb charity fund raiser where the money goes God only knows were. Well I am here brothers and sisters to tell you, why after almost two decades, Cruefest Hollywood is more pertinent today than ever, that rock and roll is still alive and well, and where the money went.

David Bowie

Station to Station: Electric Heaven, Cocaine Hell

The Thin White Duke’s private bullet train hisses into the station, slowly building over the steady funk beat of Dennis Davis and guitar of the returning Carlos Alomar and Earl Slick, just jonesing until that futuristic groaning croon, hymn-like, guides us past demons, ever-trailing, “Station to Station”. From Funk Street to Disco Plaza, this express engine speeds like white light(ning) through the snow-coated 70’s, as comfortable in Harlem as in Studio 54. The bass work of George Murray and tinkling ivories of Roy Bittan lead from the energetic title track to the opulent “Golden Years”, sending a chilling Midas touch down spines since January 23, 1976. Anyone who doesn’t feel gilded and untouchable after track two isn’t alive. Anyone who is will begin to panic that they can’t slow down, for fear of death.

David Bowie

Bowie’s Diamond in the Rough
Richard Foreman

When recording began in 1974, David Bowie had just finished breaking up the band that had made him a Starman. While the Spiders from Mars, comprised of the megalithic talent of Mick Ronson, as well as bassist Trevor Bolder and drummer Mick Woodmansey, were dismantled and scattered on rock’s pinball-lit highway, David had a monumental choice to make, as he always did in his career: Who should I be, now? Never a simple question for the man who would be The Thin White Duke in the course of an album, fate and arguably fear met at the crossroads, and bred Diamond Dogs. Halloween Jack was holding the leash, loosely.

The Cars

heartbeatcity11Visiting the Heartbeat City: The Cars Magnum Opus
By Richard Foreman

If the iconic imagery of a ’74 Plymouth Duster and Rosie the Riveter’s spunky, gear-head little sister didn’t reel you in back in ’84, then chances are, you overlooked the finest album the 1980′s had to offer. Rick Ocasek and the band said “Hello Again”, but after losing ground with Panorama and having to go into overdrive with Shake It Up, The Cars crowning achievement became a musical phantom of the radio.

The Electric Prunes / Strangers in a Strange Land

The Electric Prunes, Strangers in a Strange Land with DJ, Cyril Jordan
The Chapel
San Francisco, California
Victoria Joyce
Photography by Greg Gutbezhal

Our first rock and roll show of the New Year took us to The Chapel in The Mission in the beloved and bedraggled San Francisco.  Freezing cold rain and downed trees was no obstacle. Annoying, but not an obstacle.

The Chapel is a gothic and groovy live-music club on Valencia Street in the heart of the way-to-trendy Mission District that bravely features a rainbow of diverse musical artists, local and global. Eighty-something music master and father to Sheila E – Pete Escovedo will be there next week. Also SF’s famous and funny Sketchfest has a weekend’s worth of comedy showcases booked. It’s a very happening place. The Chapel is exactly that, a rehabilitated mini-cathedral with a mighty, mighty divine presence.